Tina Brandt Novels & Stories

Aliyah doesn't seem to know this person but somehow the face seems oddly familiar. “So nice to meet you here.” The unknown woman said with a smile as she extended her hand for a handshake which Aliyah took, “Sabrina Tanyana.” Yeah, that is. The model. Now Aliyah remembers, Sabrina Tanyana is a model, a world best and she walked the runaway perfectly as ever. Aliyah smiled as they disengaged. “So nice to meet you.” Sabrina opened her mouth to talk but a deep baritone interrupted her. “Rina?”

It was mid-August and even though night had fallen it was still sweltering hot. Tina was dressed to beat the heat in a low slung denim mini skirt and bikini top, hiking sandals on her feet. She turned more than a few heads in her revealing outfit. At twenty-one years of age, she had a lush yet firm body. Full 36C tits filled her bikini top, her narrow waist flared out gently to her tight round ass, which was clearly evident even though the fullness of her skirt and her long, tanned, athletic legs gave every guy there something to lust over.

Tina narrates to Tade who remembers this scenario clearly as it happened right in her presence "Oh! Oh! Oh! I remember! no be thickgurl abi wetin be her name for i*******m" "Ehn ehn! You don get am! Naso she come do hair this morning o, buy bone straight 42 inches, ear to ear frontal 40 inches! fix those long cardi b nails, do facials, as she wan pay, na Madam Oga ATM she carry give madam" Tade grabs Tina's hand and stares shockingly at her through the mirror "Iro oo!" Tina bursts into laughter "Naso madam sef shock oo! She first ask am for pin, make she dey sure if she tiff am ni, the girl talk pin, naso madam land am slap for cheeks" Tina dramatizes while Tade shows all manner of expressio

* Keyla pointed to the woman who was training *this is Tina, from Germany, the association sent her* she explained to Keyla Keyla couldn't believe her eyes, that was the woman who was chasing Genzo and now she should play with her? *You can forget that again, I don't play with that one* Keyla refused and when she looked more closely, she couldn't do anything at all. * tell me Christin what do you know about her? * Keyla now wanted to know exactly *only that she comes from Germany and that she was invited directly by the association* Christin didn't understand Keyla's reaction *Christin did you see her play or watch her? She can't do anything. Just a moment, I'm just testing it. * Keyla whist

I opened it and combed through my clothes that I had hung on Sunday. I grabbed a pair of Nike Pros that Blaine had insisted I buy because 'all the badasses wear them,' and a Nike sports bra she picked out because 'you can't mismatch your brands.' I didn't quite understand but I guess she's right. The bright pink sports bra with the black spandex did look pretty hot. Conceded much? I only speak the truth Aura, I replied to my wolf. You know, I may be with you on the Hate-Tate-Train, but I've got to say, if he's not licking his lips I'll be a little disappointed, she replied matter-of-factly.

She came over to where I was sitting and sat at the edge of the bed, patiently waiting for my response. I sighed and stared hard at the ceiling before I closed my eyes. "Because..." "...I don't have dignity anymore." "I...don't have a face to show." * * * * "Whoooooooo!" Clap! Clap! Clap! "Yeah!" "You're beautiful, Magda!" People kept on shouting here and then in the entertainment club as I danced on the stage. My name in the club was Magda. I didn't use my real name here just to hide my identity even if my neighbors already knew what kind of woman I was.

"I've been here by your side the whole time. Too scared to leave you in case something happened." "Thank you for being here," I whisper. I promise I'm okay now," I smile, trying to reassure him. Brax leans in and presses a gentle kiss on my forehead. My left chest hurts. I look over, moving my shirt to unveil what looks like a tattoo of tree branches running from my breast to my shoulder. "what's this?" I ask, showing Brax the mark.

Under the dazing eyes, she catwalks her step like the true professional she is to Old Walter. "Happy birthday Mr Walter!" She exclaimed excitedly, and had the old man turn to her. "Tiana Brenton? You came?" Old Walter asked happily. He had invited a lot of people to the party and didn't know if he would invite Tiana too. But since she came here, it isn't bad. Besides, the girl is a popular model in the city. "Yes, Mr Walter." Old Walter stood up and hugged her. " You're welcome, my dear", he said, and patted her softly on the back.

My head slowly went up to the stage, to see who the men had been calling on, it was the one and only Valentina, Christ she looks so beautiful in reality compared to the picture Leandro showed me. Tina wore a short starry bra top, underneath her mini flare skirt is a garter belt, a leather choker on her neck. Her hands grasped the pole, along with her slender body like a vine decorated on a tree. Her blonde hair flew around. Moving down the pole with confident ease, matching the rhythm of the music.

Mikhail rose, his posture immaculate, eyes sweeping over the congregation. Thunderous applause erupted, filling the hall with a deafening roar. Mikhail’s expression remained stoic, but a flicker of pride crossed his features. He turned to face the crowd, voice echoing and commanding every corner of the hall. "It is now official. I, Mikhail Morozov, am the Pakhan of the Bratva's empire, and my beautiful wife beside me is my Pakhanesa, the first ever Bratva female leader in our history." The crowd’s applause swelled again, louder this time, almost like the walls themselves were cheering. Donatella smiled, radiant in a crimson gown that flowed like liquid fire, her hair styled perfectly — regal